I haven't been in a cab other than work paid since I came back from Otago in 2003 at my studies. Prior to that time, used a taxi twice I think, once was to help moving flats, the other was carrying a heater back and might have been a 3rd time when it was someone's graduation. Have used $10 airport shuttles though, Wellington is super expensive when I came home and used it once wasn't that $25 or something. I've never driven to work either apart from one day when work has a on demand request - one carpark slot which I went skiing after on a Friday, wasn't the best decision, after that I just took the bus home ate dinner and then drove to escape the traffic. But my car's been put on hold the regro for 2+ years.

Haven't paid a gym or sport membership, have just gone for runs .. or hiked up Kaukau for eg ... and beep test myself.

One thing annoyed me in both directions the Taxis appeared to be slowing down approaching traffic lights! I guess hoping they would change and they could get extra waiting time. I have never understood this type of dishonesty.

networkn: One thing annoyed me in both directions the Taxis appeared to be slowing down approaching traffic lights! I guess hoping they would change and they could get extra waiting time. I have never understood this type of dishonesty.

You're sounding ridiculous. Slowing down at traffic lights is probably for safety/comfort of passengers. Often times people will complain if a driver zips through yellow lights or slams on brakes.

Perhaps if $12 means so much to you spending it elsewhere might be a better idea next time.

networkn: One thing annoyed me in both directions the Taxis appeared to be slowing down approaching traffic lights! I guess hoping they would change and they could get extra waiting time. I have never understood this type of dishonesty.

You're sounding ridiculous. Slowing down at traffic lights is probably for safety/comfort of passengers. Often times people will complain if a driver zips through yellow lights or slams on brakes.

Perhaps if $12 means so much to you spending it elsewhere might be a better idea next time.

/me sighs

Don't be silly. Clearly you didn't read the whole thread. I know the difference between braking for safety and braking 100m before the lights when they are green. It might surprise you it's not my first trip in a car, nor a taxi. I understand what normal behaviour is.

Batwing: Y'all lucky you don't get taxis that accelerate through red lights, that was scary.

One Taxi ride in Dubai the taxi driver was doing 185kmph on the freeway on the way home from our restaurant. I love speed but it was terrifying.

Back in my younger years (a good 10 years ago now ) during ball season a friend and I were taking a taxi from an after party to his house. The Taxi driver was a middle aged fella, who proudly told us we were in an ex-police car. He than asked if we wanted to see what it could do... before we even answered he was zipping around the back streets of Hoon Hay at in excess of 150kph making siren noises... one positive of that terrifying experience was that he forgot to turn the metre on until half way to our destination.

Batwing: Y'all lucky you don't get taxis that accelerate through red lights, that was scary.

One Taxi ride in Dubai the taxi driver was doing 185kmph on the freeway on the way home from our restaurant. I love speed but it was terrifying.

Back in my younger years (a good 10 years ago now ) during ball season a friend and I were taking a taxi from an after party to his house. The Taxi driver was a middle aged fella, who proudly told us we were in an ex-police car. He than asked if we wanted to see what it could do... before we even answered he was zipping around the back streets of Hoon Hay at in excess of 150kph making siren noises... one positive of that terrifying experience was that he forgot to turn the metre on until half way to our destination.

Early hours of the morning, waiting outside a waterfront nightclub in Auckland (before the waterfront was redeveloped, it was a scary place late at night) and taxis were not showing up. I'd done the "book, wait, call back" routine several times over and the night was getting more worrying as the number of people around decreased and my two friends and I, the only women left there waiting for transport, kept having to fend off drunk blokes. A fight broke out, some police came, then left-and I was still trying to get a taxi.

Eventually, a lone police car cruised past so I waved it down. I suspect my low cleavage was the deal clincher but when I suggested that police preventative action be taken by giving us a lift, the guy-in-uniform agreed. I climbed in the front and asked the cop how fast the car could go. He checked if we were all buckled in, put the siren on, and took off! Wet night with wet roads made for some great slides around corners! The car shot up Queen St at 150kph and we raced around Newmarket at speeds up to 170kph. This was an amazing adrenaline rush (but the wet roads did bother me a bit).

Community policing at it's finest!!! Always wondered what would have happened if he had been caught.

Batwing: Y'all lucky you don't get taxis that accelerate through red lights, that was scary.

One Taxi ride in Dubai the taxi driver was doing 185kmph on the freeway on the way home from our restaurant. I love speed but it was terrifying.

Back in my younger years (a good 10 years ago now ) during ball season a friend and I were taking a taxi from an after party to his house. The Taxi driver was a middle aged fella, who proudly told us we were in an ex-police car. He than asked if we wanted to see what it could do... before we even answered he was zipping around the back streets of Hoon Hay at in excess of 150kph making siren noises... one positive of that terrifying experience was that he forgot to turn the metre on until half way to our destination.

Early hours of the morning, waiting outside a waterfront nightclub in Auckland (before the waterfront was redeveloped, it was a scary place late at night) and taxis were not showing up. I'd done the "book, wait, call back" routine several times over and the night was getting more worrying as the number of people around decreased and my two friends and I, the only women left there waiting for transport, kept having to fend off drunk blokes. A fight broke out, some police came, then left-and I was still trying to get a taxi.

Eventually, a lone police car cruised past so I waved it down. I suspect my low cleavage was the deal clincher but when I suggested that police preventative action be taken by giving us a lift, the guy-in-uniform agreed. I climbed in the front and asked the cop how fast the car could go. He checked if we were all buckled in, put the siren on, and took off! Wet night with wet roads made for some great slides around corners! The car shot up Queen St at 150kph and we raced around Newmarket at speeds up to 170kph. This was an amazing adrenaline rush (but the wet roads did bother me a bit).

Community policing at it's finest!!! Always wondered what would have happened if he had been caught.

Batwing: Y'all lucky you don't get taxis that accelerate through red lights, that was scary.

One Taxi ride in Dubai the taxi driver was doing 185kmph on the freeway on the way home from our restaurant. I love speed but it was terrifying.

Back in my younger years (a good 10 years ago now ) during ball season a friend and I were taking a taxi from an after party to his house. The Taxi driver was a middle aged fella, who proudly told us we were in an ex-police car. He than asked if we wanted to see what it could do... before we even answered he was zipping around the back streets of Hoon Hay at in excess of 150kph making siren noises... one positive of that terrifying experience was that he forgot to turn the metre on until half way to our destination.

Early hours of the morning, waiting outside a waterfront nightclub in Auckland (before the waterfront was redeveloped, it was a scary place late at night) and taxis were not showing up. I'd done the "book, wait, call back" routine several times over and the night was getting more worrying as the number of people around decreased and my two friends and I, the only women left there waiting for transport, kept having to fend off drunk blokes. A fight broke out, some police came, then left-and I was still trying to get a taxi.

Eventually, a lone police car cruised past so I waved it down. I suspect my low cleavage was the deal clincher but when I suggested that police preventative action be taken by giving us a lift, the guy-in-uniform agreed. I climbed in the front and asked the cop how fast the car could go. He checked if we were all buckled in, put the siren on, and took off! Wet night with wet roads made for some great slides around corners! The car shot up Queen St at 150kph and we raced around Newmarket at speeds up to 170kph. This was an amazing adrenaline rush (but the wet roads did bother me a bit).

Community policing at it's finest!!! Always wondered what would have happened if he had been caught.

Now I may be wrong on this, but I'm pretty sure that doesn't fit into the criteria for "urgent duty driving"